So, the porn ban has been partially lifted. Here's my three-paise-worth — dear government, first it was with land reforms and now love making. A diktat, and then when outrage is expressed, a hasty retreat. Autocracy morphs into an Alice in Wonderland sea of weak justifications
So, I’m a protester. What do I do exactly? I protest, aur kya. Ya, that’s my job
Teesta Setalwad is my friend. Well, was my friend, is my friend, whatever the past continuous terminology is for someone you’ve always been fond of, but have lost touch with over the years, after college
Hell, no! Over the last two years, they’ve been systematically shutting down various bastions of my growing up years.
I’m not a filmmaker but I adore the notion of the medium. And the theory behind the art form totally fascinates me.
Najeeb Khan was my friend. He ran the legendary Teenage Video Library out of a small store in Colaba
So yes, I had that non-descript birthday last week. 53. Boring. A neither here nor there age. Not a landmark by any stretch
I sit in the vast, wonderfully constructed expanse that is the Portuguese Church. It is the funeral of India's most revered urban planner. Of course he was our finest architect
The ICSE results were out. Her heart thumped like a Yo Yo Honey song. ICSE results seemed to assume Magna Carta-like propotions in a 16-year-old's life. She needed to go online to check her percentage. Online was better than the old system of 'notice board' results. Where everyone could compare
So, there is much tamasha going on in our country. Mainly because the national food of India — the Maggi noodle — is about to be banned
And so it’s 6 am and I’m at Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport. All set to board a flight that will take me on a Turkish ‘chutti’...
What a week. The North Korean leader kills one of his guys with an anti-aircraft gun. Bit of overkill, no? A small revolver would have sufficed
And so Sallubhai is free. Free on a Friday, what a release, yes?
I’m sorry. Deeply deeply regretful. For the disaster, the death, the destruction, the debacle, the debris I have caused. I know it’s a tragedy of untold proportions
I am IPL obsessed. No, no not the Indian Premier League. The new Indian Political League is my new area of interest
I hope all is well this Sunday morning. I’m happy that the Bengalis, the Malayalis and the Punjabis were able to celebrate Shubho Nobo Borsho, Vishu, and Baisakhi respectively without any incidents of violence
So much has made me happy this week — overjoyed actually. Acche din sacchi aa gaye
Whaatup? Wassup? Howdy? Satsri akal? I have so much to tell you. These are random thoughts, so don’t look for a link.
What men, why you attacking us, men? What my fader did to your fader, huh? Accha, you tink I’m being paranoid about us Catlicks being targeted?
Talk to me, dear teenager, you awesome 16-year-old, child adult, social media czar, downloader of every kind of app, selfie expert -- I need to get into your head, under your skin, without treading on your privacy